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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Game of Blogs - Midway through the heart

Neon Lights rapidly altered in nano seconds dancing rhythmically in sync
with the loud music being played in the background. The smoke from the cigar
had propagated in the surroundings. Gorgeous girls were seen in sexy outfits,
high stilettos, smelling amazingly seductive. The so called gentlemen moved
behind these stunning beauties like honey bees around the beautiful flowers.
The bar tenders were explicitly trained to move their hands swiftly to make the
demanded drinks. Platters of mouthwatering starters in vegetarian and
non-vegetarian were served on the tables. The heavy metal rock music made
everyone over there tap their feet. People were lost in the bliss of the music
ignoring the oozing of champagne, smoky blistering sizzlers served. The newly
opened Lounge at Colaba grabbed the attention of the Mumbai’s Party crowd. This
hot and happening bar attracted all sects of junta with its exclusive discounts
and heartwarming gestures.

Shekhar occupied the table with two seats at the right hand corner of
the bar. Distressed, he chose not to bother any of his friends or family. In
spite of his utmost endeavors, the heart wrenching scene of his wedding
anniversary often flashed in front of his eyes. He muttered “Who says that
memories fade away”? Very soon the 250 ml of whisky brought out the voice of
Shekhar. With a heavy heart he uttered,

“Had you not helped me, this would have killed me the whole night. I
blame my blurring memory. You seemed have come alone. Why don’t you join me” asked Shekhar.“Hmm..Why not! By the way I am Nikhil, Nikhil Ranade” Nikhil shrieked in
the noisy setup.

“Hi, I am Shekhar. Nice meeting you”.They said cheers raising the saturated glasses. Their conversation
lasted until midnight hovering over poetry, books, science, fiction, politics and economies. They gave a
damn to the banging glasses, raising voices, empty tables. It seemed as if both have known each other
well in a very short span of time. Two strangers became good friends. Few glasses of alcohol, several
words, and numerous smiles opened their hearts out.

“So, how about family? Are you married?” asked Nikhil.This remark brought back painful memories. Shekhar replied in monosyllabic
“Yes. My little princess is 9 years old” showing signs of discomfort. He quickly jumped and took over the conversation before Nikhil could
start digging for more of his family details.

“What about you Nikhil?”

“Well...It’s
a long story bro. “Sometimes you end up burning
your hands before you realize”. It took some time for me to understand
that I was with a wrong girl. But, yes I think I have found my soul mate.
Wish I could settle down with her and have a beautiful family like yours” uttered Nikhil. “How lucky she is to have a person like you in her life” Shekhar said.

“She is absolutely amazing. Beautiful and bold is an epitome of love. I
admire her fragile skin, curly tresses, milky skin and that beautiful heart beneath the skin. There
isn’t any reason to not love her. It is her passionate, zealous attitude in life that attracted me the most.
But, God is not fair all the times. She is into an unhappy marriage. I am ardently waiting for the platinum day
of life. The day she accepts my proposal and says “I do”, the day I get an opportunity to give her
the beautiful diamond ring that I secretly bought for her. “Tara.. Tara Dutta” the love of my life.

Shekhar went numb hearing Tara’s name. He felt he had just seen a bad
dream. Bang! Bang!!The sound of the broken glasses made him trust that he had heard right. It
was Tara.

Words didn't cross his lips. He left the place with watering eyes
without uttering a word. He now understood from where Tara’s expensive gifts were coming from.
The picture was clear with all dots connected now. Tara’s late night parties, countless messages
were for Nikhil. He walked down the
road with a heavy heart and painful memories. Small world! Isn’t it?